It’s Sunday. It’s seven o’clock in the morning. While Padrón still sleeps, hundreds of people start to set up their stalls. Blinds are lifted, awnings are deployed and boxes begin to occupy the streets. There are still hours left for the bustle of buyers to arrive, but for sellers the day has already begun. A ritual that is repeated every Sunday and that, for many of them, is part of their life for decades. In a few hours, the market will be fil…
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It’s Sunday. It’s seven o’clock in the morning. While Padrón still sleeps, hundreds of people start to set up their stalls. Blinds are lifted, awnings are deployed and boxes begin to occupy the streets. There are still hours left for the bustle of buyers to arrive, but for sellers the day has already begun. A ritual that is repeated every Sunday and that, for many of them, is part of their life for decades. In a few hours, the market will be fil…